My haunted house of doors

By Eli year4 Sacredheartchorley

Go and open the the Grey door, but beware of the chains of holocausts and death, Mr Friday the 13th’s chainsaw and the smoky van that wants to chase you.

Go and open the red door, maybe there is a blood moon, some crimson spiders or a ruby set into a mahogany totem.

Go and open the orange door, you might hear the stilling roar of a tiger, the reek of carrots from the night of the living veg or hear the haunting crackle of a fire.